Chapter 95 The Meal on the Plate of the Guest on the 50th Floor

Swipe your card to enter the staff break room.

Inside was a small private room, complete with a single bed and a bathroom. A first-aid kit and food were also placed on the table.

Fang Zhiyi took off her clothes that had been burned by the fire, turned on the shower, and took a quick shower. After washing away the burning smell from her body, she treated her injuries while wearing only a t-shirt.

Having waded through the fire, his exposed skin was covered in blisters and burns. He gritted his teeth and popped the larger blisters, squeezing out the pus.

It's actually best not to pop them, as popping them can easily lead to infection. However, these blisters are too big, and friction during subsequent activities can also cause them to break. It's better to treat them now to avoid affecting mobility.

"hiss--"

Does it hurt?

Chu Zhao looked at it from behind.

Fang Zhiyi winced in pain, but still tried to appear nonchalant: "...It's alright."

Chu Zhao said, "I'll do it."

Chu Zhao opened the medical kit and found iodine and burn ointment inside. He first disinfected the area around the wound with iodine, and then applied the ointment.

The burn ointment smells bad. When applied to the wound, it first feels cool, but then it creates an itchy and numb sensation.

Chu Zhao gently blew a breath onto the wound.

Fang Zhiyi was taken aback: "...?"

Chu Zhao said, "The pain has been blown away."

Fang Zhiyi burst out laughing: "I'm not a child..."

As he spoke, his attention was drawn to the topic, and he genuinely stopped feeling any pain.

Chu Zhao bandaged the wound: "All done."

As the medication took effect, the negative effects of burns and poisoning disappeared, and the decline in stamina slowed down.

Fang Zhiyi stood up and put his hand on Chu Zhao's shoulder: "It's my turn."

Chu Zhao had also taken a shower. His coat, still smelling of shower gel, revealed smooth, fair skin. Fang Zhiyi, wondering why he hadn't found many blisters, heard Chu Zhao say, "I have a reputation for being heat-resistant."

No wonder.

Fang Zhiyi touched his fair and smooth back, then reluctantly withdrew his hand.

Once the injury has been treated and the stamina has stopped decreasing, the lost stamina can only be recovered through rest.

Fang Zhiyi and Chu Zhao squeezed onto a single bed and slept for half an hour. After waking up, the negative effect of [fatigue] gradually faded, and their physical strength recovered to two-thirds.

Time is tight, and there's no way to rest for too long.

As soon as it was time, Fang Zhiyi forced herself to get up, unscrewed the bottle of mineral water on the table, tilted her head back and drank it down in big gulps. The clear, cool water soothed her parched throat.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a shrill voice pierced the eardrums.

Fang Zhiyi nearly choked, swallowed the last mouthful of water, and looked toward the direction from which the sound came.

A figure stood at the entrance, dressed in a hotel uniform with a "waiter" sign hanging on his chest.

The waiter blocked the exit, staring intently at them with a gloomy and unfriendly expression.

Fang Zhiyi quickly realized what was going on and calmly replied, "We are hotel employees."

The waiter asked suspiciously, "Really?"

Fang Zhiyi countered, "If we weren't hotel employees, why would we be in the staff break room?"

That makes some sense.

The waiter seemed to believe him and closed the door to the staff break room behind him: "I've never seen you guys before?"

Fang Zhiyi smiled slightly: "We just started working here, and the manager told us to come and rest for a bit." As he spoke, he took out his employee ID card, but instead of wearing it, he flashed it in front of the waiter.

The work badge is a one-time use item; it only works after it's been used. Surprisingly, the waiter's attitude improved instantly upon seeing the badge: "So you're someone the manager hired! That's great, we've been short-staffed..."

Fang Zhiyi and Chu Zhao exchanged a glance.

Chu Zhao followed up, "Yes, those customers are so difficult to deal with, they are indeed hard to serve."

The waiter sternly stopped him: "Don't talk to the guests like that."

Chu Zhao said casually, "Anyway, there's no one else here, and the guests can't hear what we're saying."

“That’s true…” Hearing this, the waiter started talking non-stop about the difficult customers, his face turning redder and redder, his expression contorted, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets: “You all deserve to die—”

Chu Zhao grabbed the waiter and reminded him with a smile, "We are also hotel employees."

The waiter snapped out of his daze and said in a daze, "Right...you're hotel staff too..." He seemed to have returned to normal. "A tour group is checking in soon, come and help them out."

Chu Zhao said in a dilemma: "But the manager didn't let us do this, and we haven't had any onboarding training yet. We don't know anything."

A sinister glint flashed in the waiter's eyes: "The manager is an idiot, he doesn't know anything. Just follow me." He paused, "Or... are you not even employees of our hotel?"

Fang Zhiyi quickly made a judgment and said with a smile, "Of course, we'd be happy to help."

Upon hearing this answer, the waiter's expression softened: "Change your clothes and come with me."

I don't know when, but two sets of work clothes appeared on the wall.

Fang Zhiyi and Chu Zhao each changed into a uniform, which looked similar to the uniforms worn by the waiters, except that they did not have identification tags on their chests.

The two followed the waiter out of the staff break room.

The waiter walked straight to the elevator.

The power is out, but is the elevator still working?

A moment of doubt flashed through Fang Zhiyi's mind, and then she saw the waiter forcefully tap the elevator button, but as expected, there was no response.

The waiter cursed, "Damn it!" Then he stuck his fingers into the gap of the elevator door and pulled it open with force—the elevator door twisted and deformed, and was forcibly pried open, revealing the bottomless elevator shaft in front of him.

I don't know what the waiter did, but a long cable hung down from above.

He grabbed the cable, dangling in mid-air, and waved to them: "Come here."

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

Can we really get through this?

Fang Zhiyi stood on tiptoe and looked down. The elevator shaft was bottomless, dark and deep, like a giant maw that devoured everything.

The waiter urged, "Hurry up, don't keep the guests waiting."

Walking down each floor would take an unknown amount of time; perhaps following the waiters would be a shortcut.

Fortune favors the bold.

Fang Zhiyi gritted his teeth, grabbed the cable, and slid down the track on the wall just like the waiter.

The elevator shaft runs through the entire building, with no bottom visible below and no sky above. A chilly wind blows through it.

62nd floor, 61st floor, 60th floor… The cable finally stopped in front of the elevator door on the 50th floor. The attendant grabbed the end of the rope, let go, and leaped up, clinging to the wall like a gecko. He climbed back and forth until he reached the elevator door, then forcefully pried it open.

A beam of light shone into the dark and deep elevator shaft.

The waiter nimbly slipped through the crack in the door and waved to the person behind him.

Fang Zhiyi gestured the distance to the elevator door, kicked the wall behind him, and the cable swayed in mid-air. He used the momentum to lunge forward, grabbed the ground of the 50th floor, and climbed up.

Once he was steady, he reached into the elevator shaft, grabbed Chu Zhao, and pulled him up.

Both of them made it to the 50th floor without incident.

The sky outside the window darkened.

There was no electricity on the 50th floor either, the corridor was dimly lit, and the oil portrait paintings on the walls looked particularly eerie.

The waiter led the way, walking quickly and hurriedly.

Fang Zhiyi asked, "Is there anything we need to do?"

The waiter turned his head and looked over, his smile flawless: "You don't need to do anything, just come over."

Fang Zhiyi feigned concern: "I'm afraid I won't do a good job and the customers will complain."

The waiter said, "Don't worry, they won't complain."

Fang Zhiyi felt something was off and kept a watchful eye on it.

Following the waiter through the corridor, we saw several figures ahead. They were also hotel staff, carrying mops and brooms, cleaning the rooms and waiting for guests to check in.

The waiter and his colleagues gave a few instructions: "Hurry up and clean up, the next group of guests will be checking in soon."

Fang Zhiyi turned her head and saw that several rooms were open. Taking advantage of the fact that the waiter was not paying attention to them, she quietly pulled Chu Zhao into one of the rooms.

Pressing against the door, I heard the waiter's angry voice from outside: "Where is everyone?!"

"I didn't see it."

"It's not on my end."

Waiter: "Hurry up and go find them! They can't have gone far!"

A series of hurried footsteps sounded, and the staff outside scattered to search.

Fang Zhiyi met Chu Zhao's gaze, raised a finger to her lips, and said, "Shh—"

Chu Zhao pointed behind him.

The room hadn't been cleaned yet, and in the light from the window, a blood-red hue came into view.

It looked like paint had been spilled on the ground, with blood and severed limbs scattered everywhere. The arm was broken and torn apart, with signs of being gnawed on, and the skin was cracked to reveal the stark white bones.

Fang Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat.

Behind them, staff were still searching outside: "Where did they go?"

"They shouldn't have gone far."

"We're looking..."

The waiter roared, "Hurry up! This is what the customer specifically requested. If we can't find them before they arrive, you're on your own!"

Fang Zhiyi's gaze swept over the severed limbs on the ground, and combined with the waiter's words, it wasn't hard to imagine what would happen to the things the customer had ordered.

The waiter never believed them from the start; he intended to lure them to the 50th floor and make them his customers' meal.

Fortunately, he didn't completely believe the waiter's words and kept his guard up, which allowed him to avoid danger in advance.

Crack.

The sound of the lock turning could be heard from outside the door.

Fang Zhiyi felt a chill run down her spine and locked the door just as it was about to open.

Crackling sound—

The person outside twisted the door twice more, puzzled: "Why can't the door be opened?" He braced his shoulder against the door, making a loud banging noise.

The noise was quite loud and immediately attracted the attention of others.

"what are you doing here?"

The person who opened the door explained, "I was thinking the room hadn't been cleaned yet..."

"Stop cleaning the room, hurry up and go find someone!"

The person who opened the door curled their lip: "If the room isn't cleaned properly, we're the ones who will get complaints, not him." The "he" they were referring to was the waiter.

That makes sense. The person next to him hesitated for a moment and said, "Why don't we clean the room first?"

"The door won't open."

"Why can't I open it? Let me try..."

Seeing that he was about to attract more people, Fang Zhiyi made a decisive move and took the initiative to open the door.

He met the two cleaners outside and smiled slightly: "I'm already cleaning."

Chu Zhao hid in a blind spot behind the door, watching Fang Zhiyi take out her work badge and hang it around her neck.

The font on the work badge changed, revealing the words "Cleaner".